Author's note: this is a continuation of Six Have Fun at the Ranch, a four-part account of sex slave Idaho's trials and tribulations at the Hunts' Nevada ranch. Following the death of her former "master" and the imprisonment of her former "mistress", Idaho was bequeathed the ranch and $20 million. She has now acquired a sex slave of her own, one of her former tormentors, Kelly Shaw. Readers may care to catch up on the background in chapter 4 of Six Have Fun, but it's probably not really necessary. The story is, of course, pure fantasy.
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It's often said, thought Idaho, as she continued 19-year-old Kelly's punishment, that ex-poachers make the best gamekeepers. In the month since Kelly Shaw had approached her on release from the youth offenders' prison, Idaho had proved that when it came to erotic sadism she had learned a lot by being the Hunts' sex slave.
Kelly, now 19 nearing 20, had been imprisoned for two years by the judge for her part in the sex games the Hunts and her parents had played with Idaho. She had been released after serving 12 months and now, the boot was on the other foot, as they say.
In fact, Kelly - a pert-breasted 34-23-34 blonde - was now naked on a punishment machine that had cost Idaho almost $800, and was undergoing a rigorous pussy punishment. She was, of course, secretly enjoying it.
She was enjoying it because, after her time in juvenile prison, Kelly had become a devout masochist. Aware that Idaho was now the proud owner of the late Mr Hunt's ranch and had received $20 million from his will, Kelly decided to call on Idaho on her release.
It had been an awkward few moments, until Idaho realised - to her astonishment - that Kelly was offering herself to Idaho as a sex slave.
"I was subjected to some awful things in prison," she told the statuesque, five feet 10 inches tall blonde, with the stunning 38-26-36 figure. "Not only from the guards - and even the prison superintendent - but from my fellow prisoners," she told Idaho.
"Now I find I crave strict attention and I just thought it only fair to let you know of my change of personality and to offer myself to you. I'll have to use a subterfuge to clear it with my probation officer, of course."
That had been easy. A stern-looking but really rather soft probation officer had visited the ranch with Kelly in tow, been impressed by Idaho's sincere protestations that she had fully forgiven the youngster for her part in the sexual indignities visited on her.
"I think Kelly was led astray by her parents", said Idaho - and the new ranch owner promised to keep Kelly busy around the ranch, while giving her excellent board and lodging.
Idaho was certainly keeping her "busy"!
When word came through from the probation department that Kelly would be moving into Idaho's "care and supervision" in a couple of days, Idaho went to the internet and purchased an expensive pussy punisher. The company advertised it as "perfect for keeping your bitch in line - and works just as well on male slaves, too!"
The metal frame was designed so that Kelly could kneel on leather-padded boards and hold onto sort of bicycle handlebars at the front of the frame. Her wrists were pinned to the ends of the handlebars by sturdy leather straps.
Kelly knelt naked on the machine, her knees wide apart, leaving her pussy totally exposed to the "punisher" set on the floor below her kneeling body. The "punisher" was attached to the base of the frame and was hinged, so that when Idaho pressed her foot down on a pedal the "punisher" would spring up and strike the victim on her pussy.
The pedal was attached to a long metal rod and could be placed where the slave could see it, and thus anticipate the stroke, or behind her body out of sight so she would have no idea when the blow would be delivered. It was this position that Idaho had chosen for the youngster's punishment today.
Since it was a glorious summer's day, Idaho had chosen to perform Kelly's punishment outside, on the beautifully-manicured lawn by the swimming pool. The hot sun beat down on the young blonde's naked body, protected only by the sun tan lotion which gleamed on her body.
Idaho, though, was lounging in comfort on a comfortable deck chair, wearing a sexy little PVC bikini, her body shaded by a large umbrella. As she punished Kelly, she sipped from time to time at the large margarita her cook-cum-maid, Donita, provided her from the kitchen.
This was to be Terry's second protracted pussy punishment since her arrival. For the first, Idaho had reminded her of the "card game" punishments Kelly, her mother and Mrs Hunt, had inflicted on her the day they all became aware of the explosion which had killed Mr Hunt, Mr Shaw and Kelly's brother, Timmy.
"You remember that punishment game, don't you Kelly?" Idaho had said, smiling at her slave. "I received 120 strokes on my naked pussy - what did Mrs Hunt call it? 'Stringent even by our standards', I seem to recall."
Kelly nodded, remembering the floggings the three women had meted out to Idaho. "Yes, I remember, Mistress Idaho," she had replied, quietly.
"Well Kelly, since that's what you all gave me, that's what you're going to get once a fortnight - once a fortnight because even the Hunts realised that this is a stern punishment. Only in your case, it's going to 121 strokes. You should get more, even if it's only a token. I think that's only fair don't you?"
That conversation had taken place a fortnight ago, and now Kelly was naked and in place for Idaho's second display of female domination using the "PPP" - the pussy punishment platform.
"Are you ready, Kelly?" Idaho called, settling herself comfortable into the deck chair, her margarita at the ready.
"Yes, mistress," the 19-year-old called and without giving her victim a moment to gather her thoughts, Idaho pressed the sole of her high-heeled shoe smartly down on the pedal plunger.
The leather flogging tip cracked home against Kelly's defenceless pussy, "Aaaaargh," the girl called out, as the implement, the width of her pussy, cracked against her anus, cunt, labia, clitoris and mound.
"This machine comes with various pussy punishers, I'm using the narrowest today, rather than the heart-shaped one you enjoyed the first time," Idaho informed her slave, as she noted the infliction of the first stroke on a pad. "Does it sting?"
Kelly nodded her head, violently. "Very much, mistress," she gasped, as the shock of the stroke still coursed through her.
